Chapter 47: Also Just Heard About It

The Loyal Family: I Am the Pillar King of Daxia Mountain Spring Farmer 1249 words 2026-03-20 13:35:09

“This isn’t much of a problem. After all, these ancient martial clans have intentions of connecting with modern society. For the Su family to locate their secluded dwellings isn’t all that difficult...”
“However... these ancient martial clans are renowned for their prowess. Can you really infiltrate their strongholds? Don’t end up empty-handed...”
Once again, every muscle in his body was torn apart and reformed, the cycle repeating endlessly, sweat streaming down his body.
Only after a long while did the two struggle to break free from the breathtaking scenery, step by step ascending the mountain path. Climbing Mount Skyfowl was much like taking the stairs, hardly exhausting. With frequent pauses along the way, they reached the mountainside after about half a stick of incense’s time.
Cheng Jiaxue cried out loudly, calling for Ye Feng to save her, but it was too late—she was plummeting rapidly.
Today, the male lead, Wan Ce, was quite unstable, causing several retakes due to his issues. Li Yufeng couldn’t contain his temper. Though he didn’t scold anyone, his words were sharp.
In contrast, the brothers Qin Weiming and Qin Jingming interacted like sworn enemies—their exchanges were either full of disdain or so hostile that they ground their teeth in resentment, as though they were born adversaries, truly as distinct as the two banks of a river.
Old Huangya, though not a towering figure among the Daoists, possessed exquisite swordsmanship. Now that he happened to be on Mount Wudang, he approached Master Shanhe with a humble desire to learn.
After working tirelessly all day, they lived like the actors—eating in the open, braving wind and rain, shivering in the cold, hauling equipment—perhaps even more arduous than the stars themselves.
Yet those eras are beyond our reach now. If one insists on tracing back to those vanished times and epochs, the only outcome is destruction.
“Hmm, Blood-Eye can be your tribe’s beast god, but it cannot remain with your people. Is that clear?” Chi You slightly withdrew his aura, but his tone brooked no refusal.
The two exchanged subtle glances, and once each confirmed the other’s intent, they quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
This dark-skinned young disciple’s martial skills were indeed impressive—his sword strikes fierce and vigorous. Even so, he still fell short of Guo Shuo’s technique witnessed that day.
Ling Jiajia’s tactic was simple: she dug up the old scandalous photos of Ji Jiaojiao, hired trolls to make the posts trend again, and arranged for others to defend Ji Liunian online.
Aboard the spirit boat, Qin Luyan surveyed this forgotten continent. After countless silent ages, this ancient demon clan’s sacred ground seemed to be stirring once more. The land was so saturated with the resentment and death of fallen demon warriors that it remained perilous, unfit for the living.
Zhou Zhou nodded, walked over and sat down in a chair. The waiter hurried over to clear the table.
Lin Xiao gave a cold snort and went aside to rest, ignoring the others. Saeko Busujima bowed apologetically to everyone, then sat down beside Lin Xiao, gently pulled his hand, and gave it a small shake—a silent comfort, advising him not to be angry.
In the cultivation chamber, the graceful and ethereal Qin Luyan opened her eyes to see Uncle Yu entering, a large white jade vessel in his hands. An enticing aroma wafted out, filling the room.
She hadn’t anticipated such consequences; likewise, the lizard had eaten the same white pellets as they had. After escaping, it burrowed beneath the sand.
Yet her powerful desire for conquest surged, making her all the more determined to be with Luhan.
A man only lightly poisoned was trying to ignite the fire powder in his hand. Whether from the effects of the poison or sheer fear, his hand trembled, and after several tries, he still failed to light it.
The shadow slipped silently through the door and into the room. Seeing Bai Suzhen sitting in meditation did not startle it, for in this world, many martial artists substituted cultivating for sleep.